Honeytrap - Chapter 1 of ?
Honeytrap - Chapter 1 of ?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Summary: Adam Lambert and Kris Allen are best friends and Special Agents for the US government. When a syndicate needs infiltrating, the Director turns to Agent Lambert because of his ‘special’ qualifications. Agent Allen is not happy with his best friend being thrust into this situation but supports him anyway, professionally and personally. As the case progresses, Adam finds himself getting in over his head, causing Kris’ protective instincts - and buried feelings - to kick in.
Disclaimer: Pure fiction. I do not own anyone. I have researched some information on the spy game but not too much. Mostly based on TV shows.
Warnings: violence, dom/sub, sexual situations, dubious non-con, angst
A “honeytrap” is the use of seduction in a spy operation.
CHAPTER 1: THE ASSIGNMENT
“He’s late.”
“Give him a break Matt. He deserved more time off than he got. What’s a few more minutes?”
“I don’t care but Cowell will have his ….”
“In his dreams,” Adam Lambert replied, walking into the office like he owned the world.
Hands and voices rose, welcoming him back. Adam dropped his shoulder bag on the floor under his desk, turned on his computer and fell back into his chair with a big sigh.
Kris Allen sat back as his co-worker and best friend was bombarded with questions about his vacation and any hook-ups he may have had. Adam had actually gotten home from Cancun last night and they’d spent over an hour on the phone catching up - he’d already heard the details but it was fun to watch the others try to worm said details out of his friend.
The two men had known each other for just over ten years. They first met at the LA police academy and became fast buddies. Upon graduation, they were sent to different precincts but kept in touch. Adam was Kris’ best man at his wedding and there for him with a shoulder to cry on and a case of beer when the fledgling marriage fell apart due to the stress of the job. Both were ambitious, continuing their education and making detectives within two years of joining the force. Each had an impeccable record in their respective precincts and, as fate would have it, when the local federal agency were recruiting new agents, both had been approached with offers. Adam had called his best friend first; Kris would have had that honor if he hadn’t stopped to grab a beer from the fridge. The talked it out, weighed the pros and cons, reviewed the job description and what would be expected of them. They were up to the challenge and accepted.
That was five years ago. Since then they’d been involved in dozens of cases he couldn’t talk about - even in reminisces - and they’d been there for each other constantly. Kris even took a bullet in the shoulder for Adam once. Life as a Special Agent was insane and unfathomable and neither one would change their jobs for anything.
“And so I took him back to my room and …,” Adam was saying, everyone on their edge of their seats.
“Agent Lambert, the Director needs to see you … now.”
Adam left the story dangling and followed the Director’s assistant. Behind him, Matt was yelling that he couldn’t leave the story there. The others in the room laughed and Kris kept silent, refusing to put Matt out of his misery.
~ xXx ~
The federal building was large and minimally decorated. The agents did their best to spruce up their area but the rest was gray and sterile looking and very … government. Adam followed silently behind the Director’s assistant, wondering what his boss could want.
He hadn’t even been in the building for fifteen minutes yet.
When they reached the office, Adam stood by the assistant’s desk while she notified Director Cowell that Agent Lambert was here. Without a word, she sat at her desk and Adam entered the inner sanctum, closing the door tight behind him.
“Director.”
“Agent Lambert, take a seat.”
No ‘how was your vacation’ … ‘good to have you back’ … ‘did you bring me a souvenir’.
Adam took a seat and Cowell pressed a remote on his desk, igniting a full wall of video screens, still photos and reports.
“Reggie O’Dowd,” Cowell stated. “Does the name ring any bells?”
“Yes sir.”
Reggie O’Dowd was well known to the government for having his fingers and toes in any kind of illegal operation that turned a profit. So far, he was known to have dabbled in drugs, counterfeit money, human trafficking and arms dealing - and that was just what they knew about. The government had been after him for decades but the man’s army of lawyers had managed to keep him free so far.
“He’s moving into our jurisdiction.”
“I thought he was settled in Boston.”
“He was but for whatever reason, he decided to move his operation to Los Angeles. Except for his most trusted employees, O’Dowd has completely cleaned house. There were two uncover agents in his organization but he let them go. They were close to getting the goods on him but unfortunately they hadn’t managed to get themselves in a trusted enough position to have access to the necessary information.”
While they were talking, Cowell had slipped a file to him across the desk. Adam looked through it, impressed and little frightened at the extent of this man’s reach.
“We need to get someone into his organization and this is where you come in.”
“Sir?”
“I know you just finished an undercover operation and I should give this assignment to another agent but you are uniquely qualified for this role.” Cowell sat down and tee-peed his fingers, eyes staring straight into the young man’s, holding his gaze. “Normally, I would assign a job and that would be that. This time, however, after you’ve heard what we expect of you, I will give you the opportunity to decline.”
Adam had no idea what this assignment could entail - or what made him ‘uniquely qualified’ - but he couldn’t help asking, “Would it cause problems for the agency if I turned down the assignment?”
“It would but we would just have to come up with another way in.”
The young man chewed his bottom lip, closed the file and stated, “Tell me about it.”
~ xXx ~
Kris sat at his desk, taping his fingers on the file in front of him. His eyes were glued to the door. Adam had been in the Director’s office for almost half an hour and curiosity was eating away at Kris’ gut. They usually worked as partners; it was unusual for them not to be in the loop together.
Heavy footsteps began echoing down the hall. Kris sat up, ready to demand answers. It was Adam alright, but he kept on going past the open door, not even stopping when Kris called out his name. Jumping to his feet, Kris bolted into the hallway, just in time to find Adam gone but to hear the door to the stairwell click shut.
Adam always headed up to the roof when he needed to think, joking the smog gave him clarity.
Kris sat back at his desk, trying to be patient and give the other man space. They talked about work constantly so he knew his friend would fill him in … eventually.
Patience wasn’t one of Kris’ strongest virtues and after five minutes, he couldn’t take it anymore and walked briskly down the hall then broke into an upward jog once he got on the stairs.
Adam leaned against the waist high ledge, hands clasped as his eyes scanned the city he loved so much. Cowell had given him a lot to think over. He’d never done anything like this before and while he had his reservations, he couldn’t deny that he wasn’t a little excited, even if he felt like a pervert for thinking that way.
“Hey,” Kris casually said, joining him at the ledge.
“Hey.”
They looked down on the busy street below, each waiting for the other to start the inevitable conversation.
“So … how was your trip to Cancun?”
“You know how my trip was.”
“Right … we, ah, already talked about that.”
“Yeah.”
More silence.
“Bet you wish you’d had more time off.”
“It would have been nice but I missed you guys.”
“I … we missed you too.”
Adam rubbed the dark stubble on his chin then pointed his gaze at his companion. “You’re dying to know, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.”
“Kris ….”
“Okay, tell me. You can tell me, right?”
“Yeah.” Adam moved away from the ledge and sat on a low utility box. Kris joined him. “Cowell wants to put me undercover ….”
“But you just finished an undercover assignment.”
“I know, I was there,” Adam mildly joked. “Anyway, he wants me to get the goods on Reggie O’Dowd.”
“You’re going to Boston?”
“No, for some yet-to-be-discovered reason, O’Dowd is moving his operation to LA. He left most of his associates on the East Coast and the two operatives that were already working on the case got left behind. Besides, they weren’t getting anywhere. Cowell seems to think I could do a better job … get closer to him.”
“So he wants you in his inner circle. Wow … that’s going to take a while; he doesn’t trust very easily.”
“True,” Adam replied, looking anywhere but at his friend, “but he lusts very easily.”
Kris wasn’t sure he heard him right.
“What the hell does that mean?”
Adam sighed, “Cowell wants me to set up a ‘honeytrap’.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. He can’t make you do that!”
“True. He gave me the option of turning the assignment down.”
“Good! That’s just … it’s sick, that’s what it is. You should report him for even suggesting that!”
“I’m doing it Kris. I agreed.”
Kris laughed one of those ‘you’re shitting me’ kinda laughs, like Adam had just told the funniest joke ever. The problem was, Adam wasn’t laughing. In fact, he looked more serious than Kris had ever seen him.
“You can’t be serious! Adam, what the hell are you thinking?!”
“I’m thinking that this guy needs to be taken down and if I have to sleep with devil to do, I will!”
Kris started pacing. He just couldn’t look at Adam for the moment. This was insane … this whole situation was fucking insane … how could Cowell ask him this … how could Adam agree … how could he let that SOB touch … do … lay a hand on him!
“Listen man,” Adam stated calmly, “we have a general idea what this guy is into and you need to agree he has to be stopped.”
Kris kept pacing but he nodded his head.
“I read his file Kris … I know all the dirty details - selling drugs to minors, arming militant groups … Kris, he sells people! He has no conscious. Think of everyone he has hurt, everyone he could hurt in the future if he’s not stopped.” Adam sat down again and lowered his head, “I couldn’t live with myself if I knew I could stop him and I didn’t.”
The pacing stopped and Kris took a seat beside his best friend.
“Adam … I’m worried and … and scared for you. I’m sorry but I just can’t wrap my mind around you doing this.”
“I don’t need you to understand Kris, I just need your help in this.”
“Anything … I’ll do whatever you want.”
Adam smiled.
“I told Cowell one condition of my doing this is to have you head up my support team. I know it’s asking a lot of you ….”
“You don’t need to say anything else; there’s no way I won’t back you up.”
“Kris, you need to understand something. I’m going to be bugged for sound, possibly for video if the tech department can figure something out. You … you’re going to hear everything … not just the info we’re after but … everything else.” A blush crept over Adam’s cheeks. “Can you handle hearing us having sex? I know you have no problem with me being gay but there’s a difference between being okay with it and witnessing it first-hand. I don’t want you to think less of me for doing this.”
Before they knew what was happening, the two men were hugging and Kris was whispering into Adam’s ear, “I could never think less of you. You’re the bravest person I know. Just promise me you’ll be careful.”
“I promise,” Adam whispered back.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Summary: Adam Lambert and Kris Allen are best friends and Special Agents for the US government. When a syndicate needs infiltrating, the Director turns to Agent Lambert because of his ‘special’ qualifications. Agent Allen is not happy with his best friend being thrust into this situation but supports him anyway, professionally and personally. As the case progresses, Adam finds himself getting in over his head, causing Kris’ protective instincts - and buried feelings - to kick in.
Disclaimer: Pure fiction. I do not own anyone. I have researched some information on the spy game but not too much. Mostly based on TV shows.
Warnings: violence, dom/sub, sexual situations, dubious non-con, angst
A “honeytrap” is the use of seduction in a spy operation.
CHAPTER 1: THE ASSIGNMENT
“He’s late.”
“Give him a break Matt. He deserved more time off than he got. What’s a few more minutes?”
“I don’t care but Cowell will have his ….”
“In his dreams,” Adam Lambert replied, walking into the office like he owned the world.
Hands and voices rose, welcoming him back. Adam dropped his shoulder bag on the floor under his desk, turned on his computer and fell back into his chair with a big sigh.
Kris Allen sat back as his co-worker and best friend was bombarded with questions about his vacation and any hook-ups he may have had. Adam had actually gotten home from Cancun last night and they’d spent over an hour on the phone catching up - he’d already heard the details but it was fun to watch the others try to worm said details out of his friend.
The two men had known each other for just over ten years. They first met at the LA police academy and became fast buddies. Upon graduation, they were sent to different precincts but kept in touch. Adam was Kris’ best man at his wedding and there for him with a shoulder to cry on and a case of beer when the fledgling marriage fell apart due to the stress of the job. Both were ambitious, continuing their education and making detectives within two years of joining the force. Each had an impeccable record in their respective precincts and, as fate would have it, when the local federal agency were recruiting new agents, both had been approached with offers. Adam had called his best friend first; Kris would have had that honor if he hadn’t stopped to grab a beer from the fridge. The talked it out, weighed the pros and cons, reviewed the job description and what would be expected of them. They were up to the challenge and accepted.
That was five years ago. Since then they’d been involved in dozens of cases he couldn’t talk about - even in reminisces - and they’d been there for each other constantly. Kris even took a bullet in the shoulder for Adam once. Life as a Special Agent was insane and unfathomable and neither one would change their jobs for anything.
“And so I took him back to my room and …,” Adam was saying, everyone on their edge of their seats.
“Agent Lambert, the Director needs to see you … now.”
Adam left the story dangling and followed the Director’s assistant. Behind him, Matt was yelling that he couldn’t leave the story there. The others in the room laughed and Kris kept silent, refusing to put Matt out of his misery.
~ xXx ~
The federal building was large and minimally decorated. The agents did their best to spruce up their area but the rest was gray and sterile looking and very … government. Adam followed silently behind the Director’s assistant, wondering what his boss could want.
He hadn’t even been in the building for fifteen minutes yet.
When they reached the office, Adam stood by the assistant’s desk while she notified Director Cowell that Agent Lambert was here. Without a word, she sat at her desk and Adam entered the inner sanctum, closing the door tight behind him.
“Director.”
“Agent Lambert, take a seat.”
No ‘how was your vacation’ … ‘good to have you back’ … ‘did you bring me a souvenir’.
Adam took a seat and Cowell pressed a remote on his desk, igniting a full wall of video screens, still photos and reports.
“Reggie O’Dowd,” Cowell stated. “Does the name ring any bells?”
“Yes sir.”
Reggie O’Dowd was well known to the government for having his fingers and toes in any kind of illegal operation that turned a profit. So far, he was known to have dabbled in drugs, counterfeit money, human trafficking and arms dealing - and that was just what they knew about. The government had been after him for decades but the man’s army of lawyers had managed to keep him free so far.
“He’s moving into our jurisdiction.”
“I thought he was settled in Boston.”
“He was but for whatever reason, he decided to move his operation to Los Angeles. Except for his most trusted employees, O’Dowd has completely cleaned house. There were two uncover agents in his organization but he let them go. They were close to getting the goods on him but unfortunately they hadn’t managed to get themselves in a trusted enough position to have access to the necessary information.”
While they were talking, Cowell had slipped a file to him across the desk. Adam looked through it, impressed and little frightened at the extent of this man’s reach.
“We need to get someone into his organization and this is where you come in.”
“Sir?”
“I know you just finished an undercover operation and I should give this assignment to another agent but you are uniquely qualified for this role.” Cowell sat down and tee-peed his fingers, eyes staring straight into the young man’s, holding his gaze. “Normally, I would assign a job and that would be that. This time, however, after you’ve heard what we expect of you, I will give you the opportunity to decline.”
Adam had no idea what this assignment could entail - or what made him ‘uniquely qualified’ - but he couldn’t help asking, “Would it cause problems for the agency if I turned down the assignment?”
“It would but we would just have to come up with another way in.”
The young man chewed his bottom lip, closed the file and stated, “Tell me about it.”
~ xXx ~
Kris sat at his desk, taping his fingers on the file in front of him. His eyes were glued to the door. Adam had been in the Director’s office for almost half an hour and curiosity was eating away at Kris’ gut. They usually worked as partners; it was unusual for them not to be in the loop together.
Heavy footsteps began echoing down the hall. Kris sat up, ready to demand answers. It was Adam alright, but he kept on going past the open door, not even stopping when Kris called out his name. Jumping to his feet, Kris bolted into the hallway, just in time to find Adam gone but to hear the door to the stairwell click shut.
Adam always headed up to the roof when he needed to think, joking the smog gave him clarity.
Kris sat back at his desk, trying to be patient and give the other man space. They talked about work constantly so he knew his friend would fill him in … eventually.
Patience wasn’t one of Kris’ strongest virtues and after five minutes, he couldn’t take it anymore and walked briskly down the hall then broke into an upward jog once he got on the stairs.
Adam leaned against the waist high ledge, hands clasped as his eyes scanned the city he loved so much. Cowell had given him a lot to think over. He’d never done anything like this before and while he had his reservations, he couldn’t deny that he wasn’t a little excited, even if he felt like a pervert for thinking that way.
“Hey,” Kris casually said, joining him at the ledge.
“Hey.”
They looked down on the busy street below, each waiting for the other to start the inevitable conversation.
“So … how was your trip to Cancun?”
“You know how my trip was.”
“Right … we, ah, already talked about that.”
“Yeah.”
More silence.
“Bet you wish you’d had more time off.”
“It would have been nice but I missed you guys.”
“I … we missed you too.”
Adam rubbed the dark stubble on his chin then pointed his gaze at his companion. “You’re dying to know, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.”
“Kris ….”
“Okay, tell me. You can tell me, right?”
“Yeah.” Adam moved away from the ledge and sat on a low utility box. Kris joined him. “Cowell wants to put me undercover ….”
“But you just finished an undercover assignment.”
“I know, I was there,” Adam mildly joked. “Anyway, he wants me to get the goods on Reggie O’Dowd.”
“You’re going to Boston?”
“No, for some yet-to-be-discovered reason, O’Dowd is moving his operation to LA. He left most of his associates on the East Coast and the two operatives that were already working on the case got left behind. Besides, they weren’t getting anywhere. Cowell seems to think I could do a better job … get closer to him.”
“So he wants you in his inner circle. Wow … that’s going to take a while; he doesn’t trust very easily.”
“True,” Adam replied, looking anywhere but at his friend, “but he lusts very easily.”
Kris wasn’t sure he heard him right.
“What the hell does that mean?”
Adam sighed, “Cowell wants me to set up a ‘honeytrap’.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. He can’t make you do that!”
“True. He gave me the option of turning the assignment down.”
“Good! That’s just … it’s sick, that’s what it is. You should report him for even suggesting that!”
“I’m doing it Kris. I agreed.”
Kris laughed one of those ‘you’re shitting me’ kinda laughs, like Adam had just told the funniest joke ever. The problem was, Adam wasn’t laughing. In fact, he looked more serious than Kris had ever seen him.
“You can’t be serious! Adam, what the hell are you thinking?!”
“I’m thinking that this guy needs to be taken down and if I have to sleep with devil to do, I will!”
Kris started pacing. He just couldn’t look at Adam for the moment. This was insane … this whole situation was fucking insane … how could Cowell ask him this … how could Adam agree … how could he let that SOB touch … do … lay a hand on him!
“Listen man,” Adam stated calmly, “we have a general idea what this guy is into and you need to agree he has to be stopped.”
Kris kept pacing but he nodded his head.
“I read his file Kris … I know all the dirty details - selling drugs to minors, arming militant groups … Kris, he sells people! He has no conscious. Think of everyone he has hurt, everyone he could hurt in the future if he’s not stopped.” Adam sat down again and lowered his head, “I couldn’t live with myself if I knew I could stop him and I didn’t.”
The pacing stopped and Kris took a seat beside his best friend.
“Adam … I’m worried and … and scared for you. I’m sorry but I just can’t wrap my mind around you doing this.”
“I don’t need you to understand Kris, I just need your help in this.”
“Anything … I’ll do whatever you want.”
Adam smiled.
“I told Cowell one condition of my doing this is to have you head up my support team. I know it’s asking a lot of you ….”
“You don’t need to say anything else; there’s no way I won’t back you up.”
“Kris, you need to understand something. I’m going to be bugged for sound, possibly for video if the tech department can figure something out. You … you’re going to hear everything … not just the info we’re after but … everything else.” A blush crept over Adam’s cheeks. “Can you handle hearing us having sex? I know you have no problem with me being gay but there’s a difference between being okay with it and witnessing it first-hand. I don’t want you to think less of me for doing this.”
Before they knew what was happening, the two men were hugging and Kris was whispering into Adam’s ear, “I could never think less of you. You’re the bravest person I know. Just promise me you’ll be careful.”
“I promise,” Adam whispered back.